Raven stood in the empty tent, one hand clicking the system screen while with the other he zipped his pants easily like always—something he had done hundreds of times after having short, quick fuck sessions with hallway noblewomen in those parties—as he stared at the purple-pink system interface floating before him.
The numbers glowed mockingly in the dim light—100 Incubus Points earned from his session with Nyra, along with several notifications he hadn't fully processed yet.
'100 points,' he mused, running a hand through his disheveled hair. 'That's nothing compared to those bastards' stats.'
He recalled Gareth's level was already so high.
His own Intelligence stat of 8 out of 10 felt like his only advantage.
He could hear the sounds of the army preparing for the final assault outside, boots stomping and weapons clanging as thousands of soldiers readied themselves for what would likely be their last battle.
Raven stepped outside the tent, still adjusting his belt, when the familiar system interface materialized before him with its purple-pink glow.
[INCUBUS DOMINATION SYSTEM - REWARDS DISTRIBUTION FOR FIRST BONDED MATE]
[Session with Bonded Mate Complete - Unlocking Bonding Package]
[Package Contents:]
- Favorability Meter: Visual indicator of romantic potential displayed above female heads (0-100 scale)
- Enhanced Bonding Abilities: Access to full bloodline awakening mechanics for bonded mates during transmigration
- Mutual Link Protocol: Deep psychic connection with bonded partners at peak loyalty
- Bloodline Awakening Pool: Random noble bloodlines for bonded mates (Dragon, Elf, Phoenix, etc.)
- Perfect Slave Domination: Complete mental/physical synchronization at 100% loyalty
- 2 stat points (permanent boost).
'Finally, something useful,' Raven thought as he watched the rewards scroll past.
The Favorability Meter would be particularly helpful—knowing which women were receptive versus hostile could save the time he spent going after many and wasted many hours doing that—in the end, due to his skills, hours were probably enough for low bloodline ones.
[Current IP Available: 100 Points]
'Wait... what happens when a stat maxes out?' The memory of arriving in this world surfaced—the bulky gym enthusiast awakening a Titan bloodline, the kind-hearted woman manifesting Holy powers. 'When someone reaches their threshold, they break into a perfect domain...'
It wasn't hard for him to understand this from the pattern he had seen about those transmigrated into this world.
Without hesitation, Raven made his decision. "Invest those 2 stat points into Intelligence."
[Investing it into Intelligence...]
[Intelligence: 8 -> 10 (MAX)]
[THRESHOLD BREACHED - AWAKENING PERFECT DOMAIN]
[Intelligence Stat Evolution Complete]
"Khuck—!?" Pain exploded through Raven's skull as his brain felt like it was being rewired with burning needles.
His consciousness fractured into three distinct streams, each more terrifying than the last.
[New Intelligence Sub-Stats Unlocked:]
1. Will (10/10): Absolute mental fortification. Immunity to charm, fear, and mind control effects. Unbreakable determination in face of any adversity.
2. Automatic Angle Vision (10/10): Passive tactical analysis of all situations. Multiple probability calculations running simultaneously. Battle outcomes predicted 3-7 steps ahead.
3. Thought Lock (10/10): Complete mental privacy. No telepathic intrusion possible. Perfect poker face—emotions and intentions completely unreadable.
The transformation was overwhelming. Raven's mind suddenly operated on three parallel tracks—his regular consciousness, a cold analytical processor calculating every angle of every situation, and an impenetrable mental fortress that locked away his deepest thoughts.
'Holy shit... this is what maxing a stat feels like,' he realized as battle scenarios began calculating automatically in his peripheral vision.
He could see seventeen different ways the upcoming demon siege could play out, with probability percentages floating beside each option.
Of course, all of them were no more than 5%.
[FAVORABILITY METER - ACTIVATED]
[Visual heart indicator will appear above potential partners' heads]
[Favorability Range: 0-100 (Bright red at maximum)]
[Note: Favorability indicates romantic/sexual potential—separate from Loyalty which measures devotion]
So technically, before interacting, he could see potential, and after interacting, he could see and increase their loyalty.
As if summoned by his thoughts, a group of female soldiers walked past. Above each woman's head, translucent heart icons appeared:
- Brunette archer: ♡ 23% (Neutral/Slight Interest)
- Blonde mage: ♡ 8% (Disinterest)
- Redhead warrior: ♡ 67% (High Interest)
'Incredible...' Raven marveled at the detailed information.
The redhead kept glancing his way with obvious attraction, while the blonde seemed to actively avoid eye contact.
His enhanced Automatic Angle Vision immediately began analyzing potential conquest strategies for each woman, calculating optimal approaches based on their body language, equipment quality, and positioning within the military hierarchy.
It was as if he could read their subtle body language, like that red-haired woman might just spread her legs if he were to corner her, given how her thighs were rubbing together, clearly indicating she knew what he was expert in.
The effort he had to put into getting women suitable for him was enormous, even in the case with those who were not high-ranking pure bloodline ones.
A struggle to get a cock sleeve daily could only be understood by someone like him.
'Huh?'
Then he spotted her—Astasia approaching on horseback in the distance.
Above her silver helmet, a heart icon materialized that made him blink in disbelief.
♡ 89%
'Eighty-nine percent?!' Raven nearly choked on his own spit.
Memories flooded back of her calling him "trash," "disgusting," "bastard," "freak," and just every vulgar word he could never have heard from a noblewoman like her.
Technically, for her to forget her etiquette and learn those curses and abuses, it was his hands most, as he was the only one on whom she used those words like a whip or spit on his face.
Yet the Favorability Meter insisted she was almost at maximum romantic interest.
Behind Gareth, he spotted Nyra sitting sidesaddle on a horse, her face flushed and her movements careful—no doubt still having his seed wiggling inside her pussy, though he highly doubted that tight cunt would let anything leak out.
♡ 96%
'Haah, my kitten...' He looked towards her, seeing her favorability, blinking before shaking his head, finding the treasures which should have been in his hand walking beside someone else, before turning back towards Astasia as he realized everything.
His enhanced Intelligence immediately began cross-referencing her behavior patterns: the way she always found excuses to interact with him, how she studied his tactical plans with unusual intensity, her physical reactions when other women lay in front of him with their ass jiggling under his dick...
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Raven burst into uncontrollable laughter, drawing confused stares from nearby soldiers. "I fucking had a Tsundere all this time?! You asshole system!"
He cursed toward the sky as Gareth and other soldiers looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
Some horses even shied away, spooked by his maniacal cackling.
But his Thought Lock ability kept his true thoughts completely hidden. Even as he laughed like a madman on the outside, his mental fortress remained impenetrable as he composed himself even faster than he laughed.
Gareth's face formed a frown, his bulky hands holding the horse's reins as he glared in his direction.
"The weakling's finally snapped," he muttered to Astasia as she approached.
"Ahem... Where are the other heroes?" Raven called out, trying to change the topic even though he knew those idiots had changed the plan, but he needed to change the subject from him just laughing like an idiot.
Astasia's head turned toward him, and even through her helmet, he could sense her immediate reaction. Her hands clenched at her sides as she seemed to struggle with some internal conflict.
"Shut the hell up, you useless prick," Gareth snarled, stepping forward aggressively. "Do you think we'd follow a weakling's orders like yours?"